abounding in love

The lord, the lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands 

breathe life breathe love breathe peace

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, 

and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land

portrait of a young man as decor

My son has always been creative.  He sings, he writes, he waxes philosophical.

When he was 6, he decided to become a christmas tree ornament.

stones on water

water calms me, soothes me, creates a tempo 

that fills my soul

lapping of gentle waves at the edge of the sand

no motion like the ocean

to make me smile

Happy Mothers Day

Since my own mom passed away, as Mothers Day approaches  I go through mixed feelings of sadness, loss, gratitude and hopefulness.

This year was no exception.  I miss my mama, and altho it was definitely time for her to go, she was the leader of our brood.  What brings me back to lightness is my own son- his gifts are many, and he's a wonderful young man.

For all who have lost their mothers, I wish you good memories and an easing to sadness. Since my own son lives far away, I shared the day with my sisters. We had a lovely day strolling in the Arboretum, eating lunch at the Taj Mahal, and shopping.

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